“No, but what if someone sees us?” They must have heard me, regardless.
“If a single man sees you, he won’t see anything else again. And my men know that,” he grits out, voice thick with pleasure.
I sweep my gaze around the compound before returning my focus to him. Something on my face must betray me because he leans over me and captures my mouth in his.
“My little exhibitionist. Does it make you hot thinking anyone could pass by and see me fucking you? Pounding your tight holes and making you scream for me.”
Goose bumps travel along my heated skin like missionaries preaching their unwavering beliefs.
I close my eyes for a moment when he commands, “Tell me why?”
“Because,” I swallow, knowing I will have to reveal why. “They’d know I am yours.”
“You’d be mine if no one knew or everyone knew.”
I nod. The secrecy was my idea, but damn, I am tired of stealing moments, of masking my true feelings for him, hiding our love as if it’s something dirty.
I could never stay away even if I’d pay the ultimate price. I don’t need to be sane when I could feel instead. “Oh my God, Mika.”
Wrapping his hand around my neck, he brings my back flush to his chest. Like this, he slips even deeper inside me. A stuttered moan rolls out of my mouth.
“I’m your only god, Dahlia. You can cry for another, but I’m the one you’ll worship. On your knees. On your belly. On yourback. Love every day of your life and sleep with every night by his side.”
He erupts inside of me with a long groan as if wanting to baptize me as his, mark me for good, and that triggers my release. My pussy constricts, wanting to hold him in so I’ll never be empty.
My orgasm goes on forever, spasms rocking me for long minutes.
He wraps his arms around my waist, soothing my trembling body. He kisses every inch of my skin he can find, and he murmurs, “I have you.”
Cocooned in his arms, feeling safe and cherished, I must have dozed off because when I wake up, I see my skin lathered in sun lotion and lying under an umbrella on the chaise lounge. He must have carried me here. I am still naked.
He’s on his phone, typing fast. Not liking that his attention is not on me, I sneak behind him, and wrap my arms around his torso, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Are you going to keep me naked all the time now?”
He quickly finishes typing and discards the phone.
Then he looks over his shoulder and arches a brow. “Don’t give me ideas.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
His expression remains stoic. He so would.
Just then, my stomach growls, stealing his attention. He orders some food and gathers our swimsuits to dress.
Not long after, someone from the staff brings us lunch.
After spending the day outside, tanning and swimming, we return to the chaise lounges to dry. Time is incorruptible. It ticks regardless of my wish to stop it. Accepting its godlike power, I spend each second with him as if it were my last. Fully.
The sun dips lower over the horizon, and he will have to bring me back. My mood threatens to plummet, and I fidget with my fingers on my lap.
His jaw sets in a hard line. “Don’t look sad, baby girl.”
I switch into a cross-legged position. “It’s ironic.”
He swipes two fingers under my chin and lifts my face up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “What?”
I gulp around the fist sized lump stuck in my throat. “I’ve done everything in my power so that you two will never fight. And it might be me who will rip you apart.”
